It's late at night, I'm in the middle of god-knows-where in the influx of Caesar's, The Forum Shops, etc etc.. standing in some super long taxi line when...
---"Hey, 'scuse me, you want a taxi?"
Some dude out of NOWHERE just approached me and offered me a taxi. I was getting really tired and looking at the line + traffic was just depressing, so I followed this mystery gentleman back into the casino castle. He was very clean-cut and presentable. Navigating back through the casino labyrinth, we came out one side and there was his vehicle: a sharp, new Nissan SUV and NO traffic. It was unmarked so I always ask for credentials and business info. He understood and gave me their business card. Sweet. He breezed through the side streets and I was relieved when I got back to my hotel. It's a higher premium, but hey, you just paid for late nite speed back to the hotel in Vegas. I imagine I'd still be back south standing in that stupid line...
Zzz...
The one thing that unsettled me was that my driver was perhaps a bit too preoccupied with using his phone and/or processing my card on the nifty phone gadget while driving since we got the tail-end of a red light.
You guys should know: Safety. Comes. First.